Saucy
Grandma goodness,
ready-made.
When I was a little girl, Saturdays we made sauce.
My grandmother, Louise Zietta Pistoresi, wore a housecoat and slippers. I climbed up the step stool beside her. I did as I was told. It took all day.
As long as I can remember there was the sauce, and the sauce was always the same, like a bedtime story is always the same. Because an Italian sauce is a story – it tells where you come from. It tells who you are. Louise Pistoresi’s sauce told of Lucca, Italy, of Ellis Island, of the Depression, of grit, of family.
Now, this is my sauce. Let me tell you about working mothers, about not enough time, about blended family. Let me tell you about a Saturday, how it takes all day, and the step stool I have. Let me invite you to sit, to eat, and to enjoy. Buon appetito!
Kristin Flor Perret
“It’s so yummy, doesn’t need pasta or even to be heated — I like it straight from the jar!”
Sandra D.
“After trying Saucy for the first time, we selfishly tried to hoard it for the adults. Date nights never tasted so good! Well, that didn’t last long. Our three boys LOVE Saucy and insist on having ‘the good sauce’ whenever they see me preparing pasta.”
Mele M.
“Sitting down to an amazing spaghetti dinner. That sauce is the best I’ve ever tasted.”
Dean F.
“Saucy is like a tingly sauce party in my mouth!… It’s like red sunshine in a jar, if the sun was meat…
…Or make something up and we’ll swear to it. Big, BIG fans.”
Brad D. and Kai I.
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